The Wind, the Wipe and the Wit

What's with the wind? It's a perfectly nice summer evening, sunny and warm. But you can't be outside because the wind is too strong and ruins everything. Especially if you're trying to read a paper or a magazine.

I've for some time had a list of things I needed to do. But I've been procrastinating, for no apparent reason. Today I decided do to all the things that were on the list, and it took my maybe an hour. I could now either complain about the fact that I didn't do it before, one thing at a time, or applaud the fact that I did it all at once, in a focused and effective way, and that I did everything before deadline. I settle for the second choice.

I'm this very minute listening to The Hollies on Spotify. They are very very good, and I wonder how wellknown they are today. Bus Stop, We're Through, Hard Hard Year, Stewball, Very Last Days, It's You and the somewhat cheesy That's My Desire are among my favourites.

Yesterday I got very good news at work, moneywise. Now I can really relax during the summer, and possibly do that Malmö to Brussels to Louvain-la-Neuve to Paris-trip I'm thinking about. That would be something.

And now I want my tea and chocolate.

(Oh, yes, The Wind, the Wipe and the Wit was a catchy title I came up with many years ago for an essay about David Lean (the wind), Akira Kurosawa (the wipe) and Joseph L. Mankiewicz (the wit). But should one write an essay just because one is ridiculously pleased with the potential title?)